The Wistful Mountain

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The grey line was moving again, cutting a jagged scar across the floor of the scullery. "Stop staring at the floor, Elias." I looked up. Master Blackwood stood by the door, his shadow falling long and cold over the wet tiles. He did not look at me. He looked at the line. To him, it was nothing, a trick of the gaslight or a stain in the grout. To me, it was the edge of the world. "It is a...

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